I see people
dancing on roofs
To the
birds’ symphony
Picking at
their oranges
To escape
the monotony
Hush up the
cacophony
Blot out the
misery
Running away
and towards to
The
ever-constant fete
This machine’s
unpredictable
Although the
path’s so straight
And we must
dictate
Each choice
roughly translates
Kissing in
rising water and fighting
On the dry,
shrinking land
Crashing
cars for excitement
Playing
dodge ball with sardine cans
Because this
is the fall of man
No return to
where it began
Mutually
killing to share the pain
Of what they
mean to the other
Drowning
themselves in the paint
To leave
this world in color
A thousand
rainbowed lovers
Realizing
the ride is over
